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59. No, not today
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2020-11-20 21:57:30As our mouths enjoyed the most intriguing game, my hand moved under his leather jacket, enjoying the warmth of his silky shirt. Both of Thomas’s palms were on my waist, as his fingers played with my long hair.
It was no longer cold. My whole body was burning from our proximity and his deep kisses. I was lost in his arms, craving every second of our intimate moment.
I felt a little dizzy from all the excitement or because I was barely catching my breath. Slowly moving away from him, I leaned on the wall next to us as a playful grin danced on my lips.
“This was…uh, unplanned?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.
“Was it really?” I giggled, raising my eyebrows and gestured towards the romantic setting between the lockers.
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